𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

swiftie in the making- sam

A small clunking sound scattered through the walls when the tap was turned off, unnoticed by you as you hummed lightly while picking up the last few pieces of your clothes where they were strewn across the floor of your bedroom.

"I wish you'd have me take a look at that," Sam noted, eyes glued to his arms as he pulled his shirt over his head, feeling the stolen glances from across the room as he did so.

"And I wish to come home without finding my father's friends bloodied in my shower, but alas," you quipped, earning a subtle scoff from him as he leaned against the doorframe of your bathroom. "The entire place is a mess, hmm, can't have the avengers thinking I'm a slob."

"Oh, no we can't have that," he sighed, casually dismissing you as he allowed his eyes to travel towards you, an instant look of amusement flooding his face at the sight of you in a t-shirt he thought to be lost, the playful smile, the little song hummed so perfectly from your lips. "Now, you know, I could only ever think good things of you, sweetheart," he teased, living for the reaction the simplest of sentences prompted from you, despite his constant presence in your life.

"Would you like something to drink?" you asked in an attempt to steer the conversation away from anything that may lead you to getting even more flustered. Sam offered you a quick nod, hands now tugging his sleeves down from his elbows as he nodded. "Good, I have our favourite," you noted and spared no time before dropping the shirt you'd been fiddling with into the laundry basket and walking towards the kitchen, Sam trailing behind you.

There was a comfortable silence in the well-rehearsed routine, Sam took over pouring the drinks, already knowing where you kept everything and as always, he was kind in pretending that he didn't see the way your eyes followed his every move, just as he pretended not to notice the way goosebumps slithered over your skin when he moved even slightly closer to you.

"Y/n," he mused which instantly drew your attention away from his hands where they had been preoccupied with your glass, and hiding your smile was not a priority in the slightest as he turned to look at you. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Yes," you nearly whispered, gentle hands entwining behind his neck as you leaned forward, knowing that he always waited for you to make the first move, a little bit of unspoken consent he needed before even daring to act on the longing to touch you.

"Why the hell are we listening to the same songs on a loop?" he asked, and you giggled softly, shrugging as the album restarted from the beginning.

"It's Taylor Swift," you offered as if it would mean anything, and he raised a brow to show you that it truly didn't. "Oh, Samuel, don't tell me that you don't know who Taylor is? The music industry?" you gasped, teasing him as you gently pushed him away to jump down from the counter.

"I feel like I've struck a nerve," he teased right back, watching with amused eyes as you skipped across the living room area of your apartment to increase the volume of the television.

"You have no idea," you shook your head at the remark, turning around as you placed the remote on the coffee table. Your timing was impeccable as the intro for "Dress" sifted through the air, his interest instantly peaked as you bit your lip.

"I see," he breathed, and his movements were almost lethargic as he placed down his drink and walked over towards you. "I must say, it's much more provocative than I thought you to be," he paused as he stilled in front of you, cupping the side of your face, smirking as you leaned into the touch as if second nature. "You trying to hint at something?" he mused, and you slapped his shoulder lightly.

"Sam," you gasped, rolling your eyes when he raised a brow in faux confusion, freehand now settled on your hip as he moved a little closer to you. "You think I'd seduce you with Taylor Swift?" you teased, knowing he was merely playing along, knowing he'd never dream of just showing up at your apartment and expecting that, but it left you flustered in front of him all the same.

"Maybe," he breathed, and you took the silence as an opportunity to lean your forehead against his, hands dragging nimbly over his chest, silently showing him that you just wanted to be close to him tonight. "Play me more of your little songs, baby," he smiled, a kiss placed to the tip of your nose as you giggled.